There's nothing so strange as us taking these chances. I miss the way that your eyes, when you're sneaking glances. Halfway to Lexington, we'll fly by poor houses and take a midnight stop to parish hotels just to ask which way south is.

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Hey, Louise.
It ain't worth all this misery cause I know the world don't want to see, and only the wind can dry these tears. So move on, move on with me.
Hey, Louise.

I snuck up to your room one cold, Sunday morning begging you to leave with me. I kept my engine running. There was nothing I wanted more than to have you company, and I can still see you standing at that door watching me leave. And one good thing I got when I left that time was that your face was the last thing I saw as I pulled out.

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